I am standing at Fort Popham beach, as I have every day now for two weeks. I scan the piles of seaweed and sand for driftwood; I only need a couple of pieces. My beautiful horse is almost complete, if I can only find the right shapes today. From here, near the fort, I can see the length of the beach; softly, old memories surface, of the first time I searched this beach for driftwood. I was young, and we had nothing in mind but a big bonfire. I’m caught in the memory of that night; the horse will wait.

8 responses to “100WCGU #33”

Thank you, Neeks. I spent a LOT of my adulthood living in my past; whether or not that was a successful
strategy, it certainly influenced the way I write now. Did you participate this week? I’d love to follow your responses to this. 😎

Nothing to apologize for, or at least that’s how I feel. Our lives give us the spark which effects our writing, and if you are feeling less than inspired, you are doing the exact right thing. Charge your battery, my friend!

Thanks, Beth. And when I read yours, I actually felt that I was laying there on that hot sand; expert-level vocabulary and word choices. I have a great deal of respect for, what seems to me to be, your innate abilities as a writer. 😎

Thank you, Kate. I look forward every week to the theme, and to what we all find in it. And thank you so much for your kind words, every week. I am very happy that I found this wonderful family of friends — And thank you so much for welcoming me.